Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
Asking the same ol question, why are we all
Girls fast how jamaicans run
Shit its out of the question
Whats your question, please restate,
When the club gets played
Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question
Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven
Don't worry bout a thang baby
So dont question me or else you'll see
If you wanted a date, don't come
And dart forth the familiar question/
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,
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